I LOVE UGLY PEOPLE That's what I said. I really LOVE them. I have always thought I was ugly and not good enough. A close buddy informed me while I was in the service that I was so ugly that my mom fed me with a slingshot. I've always wondered why people liked me. But let's get back to the ugly individuals... I love the wonderfully ordinary, delightfully lopsided, and boldly unpolished people on Earth who wake up, look in the mirror, and go about their day like brave housecats with bedhead. I enjoyed Prince and his songs, but his manner was too much for me. What man likes purple? But I adored the song "Purple Rain." Life is complex.

Some workplace conflicts do not start with a scandal or a major mistake. They start with a clogged toilet, a bad odor, a mop streak, and a coworker who turns a small problem into a personal indictment. One moment you are trying to finish your day. The next, you are defending yourself from a storm you never caused. This story is about how fast a simple maintenance issue can expose the real gaps in communication between men and women in the workplace and how two people can walk through the same room and see two completely different worlds.